Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Squirrels in the Ladies Room..
Sometime ago I started a post with the above title. It was the week before Christmas, and a family of squirrels found its way into the 2nd floor ladies room of Mumford Hall. All the screaming and running that you are likely imagining actually happened. In addition they tore up quite a bit of the wood work. My momma told me to never trust a squirrel.
All I want for Christmas.
Forrest Gump's mama didn't quite get it right.
Life is actually like asking a 3 year old, "What do you want for Christmas? You never know what you're gonna get."
We bravely asked this of our little shaver. His answer was as sweet as his tone in saying it.
"I want a Christmas Tree."
He had a look on his face just like Cindylou Who as he spoke.
Last night we put up the tree. Despite being warned about breakable ornaments and having to endure my explanation to him that "Christmas trees are not so much for hugging" he seemed to have a fantastic time.
And then..
This morning he toddled from his room, gave me a big sleepy hug and sat down right in front of the tree
....just to look at it.
"Daddy, can you turn on the lights?"
"Sure sweetie."
Life is actually like asking a 3 year old, "What do you want for Christmas? You never know what you're gonna get."
We bravely asked this of our little shaver. His answer was as sweet as his tone in saying it.
"I want a Christmas Tree."
He had a look on his face just like Cindylou Who as he spoke.
Last night we put up the tree. Despite being warned about breakable ornaments and having to endure my explanation to him that "Christmas trees are not so much for hugging" he seemed to have a fantastic time.
And then..
This morning he toddled from his room, gave me a big sleepy hug and sat down right in front of the tree
....just to look at it.
"Daddy, can you turn on the lights?"
"Sure sweetie."
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